From the time you spoke us into a different substance
into the dragging mouth of contorted solstice
reinsert withal what's undismayed
centrifuging ex palimpsest autoclave
cut-open lips always say.
forever is the most meaningless palpitations.
And will you behave this translation?
neath the supping airplanes gargled in shadows.
choked in housebroken veins, cut from pasture gallows.
Rabid birth of accoutrements. Garbage garbling your every spawn.
You came with an offering of big black guns and sharp sharp knives and crystal suns and crisp dark eyes and pistols fun and fists turned scientific and theories equivocal but nothing real specific.
Where is your brother and what have you done with him?
I heard the sound of 30 silvers cashing in.
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